Isn’t it weird how all of a sudden out of nowhere a thought pops in your head about a person you have not heard from or seen in a long while and suddenly they appear?

It’s always so strange. either you dream about them or you see something that triggers a thought about them. Or hell sometimes they just get in your mind for no reason at all then surprise! there they are. They might call you on phone or you look up, and they are standing right in front of you in the street and you’re staring at them right in the face. It’s a shock!

Crazy how that happens.

I thought of Walter about a week ago. I was just toddlin along one day and then BAM my thoughts go, “I wonder what ever happened to Walter?”

Where does that come from? Just all of a sudden like that. I haven’t talked to Walter in probably three years.

The universe is mighty powerful and I am in awe of its beauty and truly a believer in its strength.

I wrote about some of my weird universal circles in my book as they occurred over time, and later, as I got closer to meeting Angus, I realized these things weren’t just coincidences, and they are just plain spooky. But now that I’m familiar with them, I find them quite comforting.

I tried to explain these crazy universal pushes that happen to me, but it’s hard to fully express the depth and truly phenomenal, if not downright eerie meanings of these moments I have.

I get them, these “moments,” not often but when I do, I take notice.

What exactly do I mean by moments?

I have these weird nudges that always happen to me in regards to my acdc life. I nicknamed them my Bon Moments.

And I seriously had a huge one just happen. Just NOW and it’s 7am in the morning! Freaky!

Oh my. Where do I even start with this? Ok. Well.

Here goes,

A. I’m awaiting a package. This package contains the first of three segments I need to finish the last and final proofreading process before launching my book in March. It essentially is the FINAL leg of my book project. It is to arrive today.

B. Walter

C. Acdc in a brief clip of music on a politics TV morning news channel.

How do these 3 unrelated things signal a Bon moment?

Well. I dunno if I can break it down enough but I will try.

I got my very first smartphone in spring of 2014. I was unaccustomed to any social media and didn’t really know what to do with it at first. I think a TV commercial is what prompted me to go to Twitter, so it was the first social media I signed up for and Walter was the very first Twitter account that followed me.

The very first.

Not long after that I signed up to Instagram. About a week went by and one day I posted a random photo of a guitar and an amp onto my ig feed.

That particular photo? Caught the eye of another complete stranger which just so happened to be Fred, who is the person who eventually convinced me I should share my collection of stories I had written with others.

Long story short – Fred is behind this inspiration and without him none of any of this would be even remotely possible.

And that particular photo was a photo that belonged to Walter. It was of his own guitar and amp (Silly me thought it was a picture of Angus’ guitar, which I quickly learned from Fred, was not.)

So, because of WALTER I met Fred. And because of Fred, I was able to get my book printed and to Angus.

So weirdly enough, I haven’t been on Twitter in a few years so Walter of course fell out of touch.

Then,* poof * outta midair. Today. There he was! Walter found me! Only one week after I randomly just thought of him. He sent me a friend request just this morning. I woke up and saw that in my notification feed and was stupid with excitement.

I messaged him right away of course, and I kid you not, as soon as he responded back to me (and I am not even kidding in the least bit) as soon as I received that first message back from him, on the TV, the politics channel Jim always watches in the morning, as if “on cue” I hear Brian Johnson’s gravelly voice sing one word “Thun dah struhk.” And I hear one second of familiar guitar.

what the…?

It was a clip from Thunderstruck and it queued in right when they were introducing their next guest. I’ve never! ever! heard anything remotely even close to acdc music on any news soundtrack let alone the political news,

And it wasn’t like it was the going to a commercial music, they actually introduced this lady with a clip of acdc, complete with lightning bolts firing across the TV and everything.

My head popped up like a meerkat.

What are the odds on something like that? Really? A trifecta like that? I went back and hit rewind just to see it again.

That’s just pure crazy!

Walter was my link to meeting Fred, and Fred was the link that helped me get my book printed, and now published. And here I am, almost done.

Today of all days is the day Fedex comes with the package. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Or even the day after tomorrow. But today, my first day of the final step to completion.

Like a circle closing.

What I think was especially freaky was the timing of Walter and that song clip. I mean. C’mon!! That’s so strange!! I can’t even!

I dunno. I can’t explain it but as soon as I heard that song on the TV I knew exactly what it was. It was that familiar little wink from the sky.

No. It’s not peculiar at all to me or even coincidental. Without the song, yes, I could call it coincidence, but Walter, being exactly right there, right at THAT moment, in my hand, at that first sentence, with that weird simultaneous timing with the music clip.

On this very day of all days?

Not coincidence.

That exact moment, was what told me it was a Bon moment.

Walter is the one single person who set off this chain reaction to my book being printed and all these connecting pieces along the way. Including getting it into Angus’ hands.

Walter is the genesis of it all.

And now, at the climatic end, he just so happens to show up again, after being gone so long. On the very day that the final leg begins. Thunderstruck indeed.

Ok. So, after getting my ancient worthless-on-the-after-market ipod uninvitedly removed from my vehicles possession, I have been reduced to the little black bedtime ipod with only 3 cds on it for my commute to work.

And what happened today?

Unexpected ecstasy while driving shoulda been my horoscope because Live from Atlantic Studios happened.

Now, I ain’t no stranger to this disc. I’ve heard it numerous times, fair enough, but this was entirely different.

It’s been probably 20 years since I’ve heard this full blast on open speakers while driving (probably for good reason) and I had a damn near religious experience during Rocker.

Nobody was behind me in this left turn lane so I coast to a stop while the light is still green hoping for it to change yellow cuz I know this light, when it turns red, is gonna take just long enough to enjoy this.

And it did turn, with perfect timing, just as Bon stopped singing and the instruments began kicking.

Oh yes. Oh my oh yes.

I closed my eyes and felt myself melting into that all too familiar Malcolm zone and I already know it’s gonna be absolutely spot on level fifteen intense in about 25 seconds.

We all know what Mal looks like when he’s got his eyes closed and his mouth is open and his body is like, hmmm, how do I say? His body is so TIGHT. Like his shoulders are all squeezing up toward his chin and super tense and rigid because he’s giving it all he’s got. But at the same time he looks all loose and easy. His little leg is hammering, hammering, hammering, which is what is shaking his whole entire body. You can see him almost clenching his throat from intensity but his closed eyes and open mouth makes his face look lost in la la land. You can almost practically feel his breath as it pulses from his chest. You can clearly tell he’s so lost in the feel of it, just as you yourself are. And damn. He’s just thrusting that guitar at ya on purpose while pounding that hypnotic rythym out.

So when I closed my own eyes during that particular time, in that moment, feeling his intensity, it’s was just so freakin incredible. It felt like what I know damn good and well he feels –>Phil and Cliff ramming it strait up in there.

Nevermind Angus, this was about that shit right there in the middle. Holy hell it was like I was listening to this song for the very first time! Oh my, what the hell IS this incredible feeling I’m feeling right now listening to this fkn incredible song?!?

Then all of a sudden, outta nowhere, this overwhelming sensation just spread from my back and crawled up my neck and tingled all over my face. Then my head felt floaty and my mouth morphs into that goofy lookin grin thing it does and my inner thighs get all tingly. And then? What the hell? These tears began leaking. I got these wet ass drops of tears squirting out of my eyes while helplessly giggling at the same time! I was a damn mess.

Ahhhhhhhhh

That’s how good my body felt. Brung tears to my eyes good. And I thought, oh wow that was fantastic. Then, uh oh, you’re gonna ruin your mascara. So I opened my eyes up, light still red, took a look in rear view mirror, and whew. Not too bad just a little bit of a mess. Get the tissues and mop it up Fran.

Oh jeez. That feeling is just indescribable!

I know I make a big fuss over Angus but damn, that entire band, when they meld together like that, and I can channel into that zone, they can sure steal this girl pretty damn good.

J fell asleep on me in his recliner so I took the opportunity to grab me a lil Angus. I decided I needed smthn special, so I chose Flick.

Stupid decision.

I’m thinking I could just sit there and relax and jam quietly in my recliner?

Haha! What kinda dumbass decision was that?

Cmon!!! ITS FLICK OF THE SWITCH!

Really? Just gonna “sit” and listen? Peacefully? Hell No!

I should have known even before I pressed play it was gonna be bad.

Starting with Rising Power. I hit repeat before it was even barely over! 2 runs of Rising Power back to back. That was just the warm up? Uh oh..

… Ah man, This House IS on Fire…

here we go !!

It’s headed toward the middle of the night! It’s bedtime! What am I doing?

Forget it.

There’s No Stoppin Now. I’m really starting to get loose!

Flick kicks on and ok I really do know better than this, but it’s like the kid with their hand in the cookie jar.. I just can’t help it. I WANT IT!!

I peek over to see if I’m waking Jim up as I’m headed fast towards angusland……. I don’t wanna get caught……. but holy crap! Its coming! It’s coming!

As Angus started shredding thru his solo on Flick I was still sitting and going at it, but now I’m flinging my body violently to the edge of my seat… I need room! I’m firin it up, just slammin away, feelin good n groovy! Oh yes it feeeeels so right!!

I glance at the clock, it’s 1150p.m?? Oh well!

I’m starting to get super crazy fired up now, it’s middle of night and my switch has been TURNED THE FUCK ON! ! !

daaaah daaaah da-da-da-da. (Sweet baby please help me)

Cause it’s a nervous shake down

daaah daaah da-da-da-da.

Ahhh the sound of that just reduces me to quivering ecstasy.

I’m pulverizing myself.

And? As if by now I haven’t had enough?

Landslide….shhiiiitttt! Here we gooooo!

Gettin extremely breaking-out-in-a-sweat-while-sitting hot!

Ahhh man, my heart is just thumping so hard I hope it doesn’t seize up on me.

Then GUNS… oh man… I now realize I’m about to be cooked… I can feel myself starting to go..

… by the time I got to Badlands I’m still in my chair but I AM JUST WAILING so hard I musta looked like a seizure victim, literally, my arms, shoulders, thighs, knees, feet are all involved.. goin this way and that.. shaking.. my body completely under Phil’s control, my head flingin, and my stomach slammin.

Wow! wow! wow! Ahhh man my heart is racing, my lungs are panting. Thank god you get a 2 second pause between each track! Relentless bastards!

Now BRAINSHAKE… Oh please please help me… I can’t take this sittin down crap anymore so I got up on my feet and headed frantically to the kitchen to finish kicking my ass properly. I’m in there doing my thing…. the Angus two-step with a touch of Phil. You know when you do that infamous Angus swing– head up on the right knee, head down on the left—it really is hypnotic, your breath kinda exhales out with each down swing and on the up you feel the swing from Phil. It’s almost as if it’s a pull, he PULLLLS you up.. omg it’s absolute delirium.

And no matter how many times I hear this stuff over and over it’s almost as if I was hearing it for the first time, like love at first sight. Takes my breath away!

And this time? Yowsa. Unexpected! It was a pretty severe assault!

Good thing I was hiding cuz Jim woulda sensed my shadows across his face.

Arms hips legs and thighs all goin this way and that, fickering flashes of movement over his closed eyes. Just with the wind velocity alone that I was creating with my body was risky. He definitely would have sensed that and woken up and I know he’da been pissed off if he woulda seen what time it was and what I was doin.

So it’s easy to see how one can end up tryin to shake the house down.

ITS FLICK A THE FRIGGIN SWITCH!!!

On big ass vibrating headphones no less!

Madness!

Nothing like workin yourself into a sopping sweating frenzy while secretly hiding alone in the kitchen at midnight.

Who the hell needs a bedtime story when all you really need is a good ass kicking??

Oh yes, writing out that beautiful proposal. Dang a lot of time has passed since then. Writing a book takes a lot of work. There is way more that goes into it besides just words on paper and I’m a hairstylist not a publisher so I’m learning as I go.

My goal is to have it ready for you all in a few more weeks and hopefully it will be a fun positive joyous thing, now that we are all furious about the other book that’s out now by that rat Fink. My book isn’t an acdc biography like you all are used to reading but I know for a fact you will enjoy it more than his worthless rubbish.

So, if its not a book about acdc , then what is my book about you may wonder? Let me see if I can explain it a bit here.

We are all a little crazy for this band. Yes? We know it. They know it. It’s a phenomena that can’t really be explained easily, and that’s part of why I started this whole thing way back when.

My book is actually a diary I have been writing in over a span of 3 decades about my serious infatuation I have with the sound of these instruments.

I started writing in it the summer of ‘96 during the Ballbreaker tour. I had no idea at that time I would have ever come this far with it, but wow, all these years it lasted.

And? The best part?

Angus read it.

Yes. I said that correctly. Angus Young read my diary.

Crazy to even THINK about it. Still totally freaks me out. Hard to even imagine in my brain what he must have looked like sitting there with his little glasses on reading about my crazy life. It’s freaky!

He knows.

He knows all of it now. All my embarrassing shit.

And I guess you all about to know it too haha.

I’m in the finishing phases of putting it together and it’s down to just about a month away from launch.

As usual. Headphones to bed. Just some quiet relaxation music to lull me to sleep.

Push play.

Random que spins up Blues Booze and Tattoos bootleg. Uh oh

Rocker? This is the song that clicked on first?

Double uh oh

Ok. Be cool. Its just a song. Relax.

9 seconds go by-

Oops.

Hand sneaks to the volume button. Just a wee tiny bit louder. It won’t hurt nothin. Just a tiny bit more.

Foot’s tappin under the sheets.

Now here’s where I gta watch it, cuz if I move that foot too much well, you know, his highness doesn’t like the wiggling.

Stop the entire foot and stick with just toes.

Left foot…. No. Right. Yes, Right. Left foot is the one on the bottom. Maybe he won’t notice the toes on the top.

Ok, turn it up just a wee more. Not too much, just a tiny tiny bit more.

Close eyes.

Relaxxxxxx. Enjoy the music. Go to sleep.

Whoops.

Now all the toes on both feet are moving? Eyes pop open. He’s not sayin nothin? Whew ok so I’m good.

But stay smooth. Don’t ruin it by wiggling.

Volume a wee bit more–

Eyes both close again.

Relax.

9 more seconds pass. All the toes on feet and now my head?

Be careful.. just keep from jiggling the bed and he probably won’t notice.

Uh oh. I just realized my ankles are moving too. The bed shakes a bit.

Be cool man!

I roll over on back.

Beautiful guitars in my ears.

Drums.

Mouth. Breaks out in a grin. Fingers strumming along atop my belly. Both feet tapping discreetly in two different directions. And yes. Of course the toes. They are the best part. The easiest moving body part to really wiggle good and still keep secret.

Oh man it was jiggle jiggle jiggle. How the hell can you lay flat and keep still during something like that?

I felt like leaping up on top of the bed and pounding my fists in the air!

Whoo weeee!

After that song ended I was like, oh thank goodness that’s over cuz it about turned into an earthquake up in here.

I peeked over and his royal highness laying beside me was staring right at me. I had to force myself from exposing my heightened sense of euphoria as I’m laying there with my heart pounding. I could see in the glow of the light his eyebrow was raised.

When I was 12 years old, I saw the words “Bon Scott” spray painted in black graffiti on a water tower from the window of my seventh grade history class. What seemed to be a meaningless observation was actually my life’s foreshadowing. Who and what I would become later in life would be very much influenced by this person and who he was associated with.

Eight years later on a sweltering hot September afternoon, I saw acdc live in concert from the very front row. They appeared on that stage and the rest of my life in that instant >>>> began.

There I was gripping the fence just a few feet from the stage looking at these magnificent human beings with a look of awe spread across my face.

And the Music! It was so incredibly LOUD. Shaking the sky loose loud and so strong, it felt like a velvet lined cloud encasing me in warmth yet gripping and grabbing ahold of me and jolting my ass alive!

That pounding music penetrated into the most inner depths of my soul and set me on fire! The energy generated from the sound of those instruments fusing together was like a vibrating pulse of quivering ecstasy! It was a complete eye opening to what being a woman was all about. Oh wow was it INTENSE!

This new deal? This acdc thing? Whatever it is was now the only thing that mattered. The life that I had known was now firmly behind me.

Angus was unimaginably enchanting and watching him was like nothing I had ever experienced — NOTHING

My mouth remained open, my eyes refusing to blink for fear of missing even a nano millisecond of this unbelievable man! Angus was running about, flowing hair flying behind him, bending and twisting himself into a frenetic spasm of euphoria.

However, amid this stimulating awakening to my own desires, there was also a crowd induced drunken frenzy brewing, and yes, unfortunately the hot sun and overindulgence of alcohol created a stirring pot within this overheated mob, and it got very ugly.

And when the ugliness of the crowd erupted into a scary and confusing bout of violent, disrespectful behavior, and unbelievable assholery toward the band, Malcolm and Angus Young, these two extraordinary brothers, strode to the front of that stage and stuck out their chins. They faced that mayhem head on by standing up stronger and taller with a piercing look of defiance in their eyes. This is the moment I fell in love with acdc, and Angus Young became my hero.

The impact on me was so profound and was such an incredible experience I wanted to leap about the air like a lovestruck cartoon character!

All my life until this point I lived with self-consciousness and doubt, hiding myself inside a shell. I worried about what others would think of me.

Feelings of insecurity and being ugly influenced my outward demeanor, and I saw myself as inadequate and invisible which of course dictated who I was and how I reacted to life.

Believe it or not, acdc made me realize how to finally accept me for who I was and not to care what anyone thinks. To just to be who I am and if they didn’t like it, fuckem.

And at that moment witnessing how they themselves reacted to an extremely negative and scary situation I came to realize I wasn’t just looking at a rock band, I was watching greatness. I was overcome with these sensational feelings of gratitude for them and I grew the utmost respect for each of these five men standing in front of me and I was blooming with inspiration.

I knew almost nothing of the Young brothers on that day, but I would soon learn about their incredible badass attitudes toward life and how both did things their own way. Never quitting, each devoting his entire life to giving 100% no matter what adversity they faced or what critics had to say.

Not long after that life-altering concert I put all my inspiration into writing in a diary, and I had this crazy daydream of Angus knowing me. I fantasized about him someday reading it.

I wrote thousands of words, drew silly pictures, told him all of my embarrassing stories. Everything I could possibly say and as intimately as I could. He must! He must know I existed!

Everyone always asks me when I talk starry-eyed about the magnificence of Angus, “Why do you love him so much?” I trip over my own damn tongue because I can’t spit out the words quickly enough or even sound coherent because my thoughts all leap to the front of my head too fast and I sound like a jibbering twelve year old. I’M A GROWN ADULT! I have a husband, a career, my goodness I even have grandkids!

Decades have gone by now, and through all the trials and tribulations life has thrown at me I never gave into abandoning my affection and dedication to them. Acdc somehow made me self-assured and confident and grew me into the uninhibited woman that I have become.
I have lived a joyous, pleasure filled existence.

And oh wow.

After many years of attempts, failures, and persistence my foreshadowed destiny finally connected with my dreams and I achieved my greatest goal.

I stood face to face with this magnificent man and personally placed my 460 page, two and a half pound diary directly into his wee tiny hands.

A phenomenal day indeed.

Not only that but months later I received personal confirmation from both Angus and his wife Ellen that Angus did indeed read my diary!

My dream had come true.

He does now know I exist!

As I have grown older, my affection and dedication to them remains. And here I am! Still gushing about my love affair with this beautiful sound that fills my ears with joy and my heart with passion!!!

Self-acceptance, finding your life pleasure and following your heart are lessons I learned long ago thanks to acdc.

Losing our youthfulness as we age is what shrivels life up into dust!

Kick up your heels, shake your hips and sing a little. Smile! Have some fun!

Trust in your passions, believe in your dreams!

Connecting love and life and destiny should be everyone’s life purpose.